It was probably just as well he had, really, or else Aoko would have retorted with a few inappropriate insults of her own. Biting her tongue, she put the food down on the dresser just to be contrary, glancing at the assassin as she did so. No pants, and -- oh, whatever, he could wear what he wanted to. At least this way she could see the bandages on his legs, and they appeared to be holding well.

"Here," she said. "Is this okay?"

She knew better than to asked 'do you need anything else'. She couldn't think of a Kaito who wouldn't take advantage of an open-ended question like that.